Ana's Daddy

Ana's Daddy Chapter 1 I'm sitting in class; there is chatter in the room, pencils scratching against the papers, and others tapping away on their computer as they write down everything on the upcoming test. My phone flashes a text from my boyfriend on the table beside me. I smile when I see his name. As soon as I open the text, my heart sinks. My whole body is freezing to ice. I have no reason to think it's terrible, but I know it is. The text says, "We need to talk." I felt tear-jerking about this when I saw the words on my display on my phone; it was like a cold hand squeezing my heart. I don't have time to catch my breath before another text on the screen says, "Meet me after your class on our make-out bench." I feel it's hard to breathe, yet another text, "Sweetie, it's nothing bad, I promise." Now I know it's definitely bad. The thought of what it can be makes me nauseous. I feel I am about to throw up. I take a sip from my water bottle and feel slightly better. My professor is ending the lecture, and half of the class, I haven't heard a word of what he has said. I look down at the screens of my laptop, and I don't know how, but I have written two pages of notes that are to come on the test. I am baffled by how I managed to do that; then I look at the document and see the symbol for audio is on. That's how I must have forgotten I pressed it when I looked at my phone when Ryan texted me. I swiftly turn it off and shut down the computer so I can leave the classroom. My nerves are tense like all of me. I feel like a violin that has been too harshly tuned and just a bit more pressure, and I will break like a string. I am walking out of the school building, and for a moment, I stop and close my eyes. I pick up the sound of the wind firmly meeting head-on with the branches of the tree, which makes their movement make a haunted blare out. I stand there, and the sounds make me feel chilled to the bones. Suddenly, a manly voice brought me back from my trance; the sound of the wind put me in. Yes, I know it well. It's Ryan. I opened my eyes and met his beautiful brown eyes. He reaches out, takes my hand in his, and pecks it lightly. We start walking hand in hand; I feel the doom coming near, but I push it away and smile genuinely. I feel happy to be with my boyfriend. We are promenading towards our spot where we first met. It's a bench by a pond with swans and ducks in the water; it has beautiful flowers and trees. I always thought it was the most romantic place anyone could find. Amazingly, this is only a 10-minute walk from campus. Here, we met and had our first kiss; this is a special place for both of us. Ryan asks me to sit on the bench at our usual spot, and he sits beside me. When I think about it, he looks incredibly uncomfortable; this can't be good. He is looking at the pond and the beauty of this place, and he clears his throat as if he has a lump or something restricting him. Then he let go of my hand as if it burned him; he had held my hand since he found me on campus. "Ana, I know this isn't what you hope for. I know this is not right. But I can't be with you anymore. I need to end this that we have." I can't believe his words. It must be wrong. This must be a bad dream. "What?! Why?! Ryan Owen Roberts, answer me!" "Please, Sweetie, understand, I can't be with you. Marry you. Give up my life I had planned because of a drunken night where you got knocked up." "RYAN! Yes, I am pregnant with your child. Do you hear me, your child, and mine?" "Sweetheart, I have a future to think about, and I don't want to tell you the other reason, but if you insist, I will. Sweetie, I care about you still, but I don't love you." Looking at my gorgeous girl, I regret doing this to her and that I didn't end this sooner because it needs to be done. I know my new woman can serve my future better than a college student can. I need to think about my future. "But you told me you love me, and you love this baby, and you wanted us to start a family and get married after I found out I was pregnant." "I know I should never have said those things, I was swept away in the moment. I had been seeing someone else before that party when we both got so drunk and had s*x without protection." "What? Who is this girl you've been seeing? I want to know." I am trying my best to keep calm, but I am fuming. I can't f*****g believe he's doing this to me. And our unborn child. Will he want to see his child? "Are you sure you want that? You will hate me and never look at me the same again, nor will you like who it is. But I, on some level, think I should be honest." "Just tell me. I want to know who you leaving me for." I feel like the biggest asshole for doing this. I am sure I am, but what the hell? I need my Lizzy; she can secure my future with her contacts, but she is one dirty slut in bed too. In a way, Ana never will be. Ana is perfect and proper in everything, but in bed, she's not what I want, nor does she have what I need. "Alright, it's Elizabeth Mary Richardson; as you know, she's one of your professors." "Are you serious? She's like 56 years old or something; you are 22. You are so disgusting!" "Hey! She's only 51 years old, and that isn't old. I get you being upset. Me and Lizzy talked it through, and she won't give unfair grades or treat you badly because of our past." I am so nauseous I can't look at him. Oh my god, I feel so sick to my stomach. Oh god, help me. As the thought leaves my mind, I throw up all over his pants, like a cascade of vomit all over his legs and shoes. If I didn't feel so sick, I would thoroughly enjoy the shock and disgust of his face and probably smile. This baby must have punished his daddy. Ryan pulled wet wipes and napkins from my backpack and helped me clean my face; it wasn't much on me. It is all over him, and I can't feel too sorry or bad, but I do a little. He pulls his gym shorts and a t-shirt from his bag and throws his clothes in the nearest trashcan. I realize we have nothing more to say. We are over now. "I need you to immediately go and get your stuff at my place." "What? Your place, sure, but we lived together. Do you want me to find a place to crash right at this moment? Not even give me a day or two to find a place?" "Ana, we are over, and I want you out now! Why prolong it?" With tears streaming down my cheeks, I pull out my phone, text my friend, Emma, and ask if I can crash at her place. I also texted a few of my male friends to help me get my things as soon as possible. They text back immediately, and they all say yes and want to know what is happening. I ask them to come to the pond as soon as they can. I look up at Ryan, and I understand he thinks it has taken forever. "Yes, I got a place to stay now and a few friends to meet me here, then go to your place and help me move out. Are you happy?" "Yea, as soon as it's done." "Well, they shouldn't be long before they get here." "Text them to meet us at my place; there's no point in them coming here." I do as he say; in a way, he is right. It's better to get this over and done with. Why wait? I still feel he's being the world's largest asshole. I don't hate people, but I hate Ryan for doing this, me and the baby. I guess this means we are on our own. I have no idea how I will get by. I have a few months still of school, and I can't get a job to provide for myself and this child. What will I do, and how will I make it? It's too late to terminate the pregnancy, and I don't want to either. I hope my now, I guess, Ex-boyfriend will help pay for things I need for this baby; otherwise, I don't know what to do. I have no family that can help me, I have no family. In a stern tone, Ryan told me to get my ass to his car so I can move out of his apartment as he was pacing impatiently.